Colonial Suit

In the vast universe, a shuttle was traveling at high speed.

This was a 'Breaker III' type shuttle, a newly emerged model, capable of not only jumping within the universe but also flying at high speed within the atmosphere. It was extremely popular due to its agility and the three large-caliber plasma cannons it was equipped with for star combat.

In fact, this was the first type of shuttle capable of star combat, so its high price was understandable. In the current Sixth World, owning such a shuttle was something to be proud of; most branches had never even seen one.

The shuttle's flank was painted with a black vortex symbol, indicating its owner.

"Ouch... that hurts."

In the shuttle's bridge, a woman's voice suddenly rang out, indescribably soft and charming. Then, a man stood up, mischievously touching the glamorous woman's face.

"My dear sweetheart, don't you like it?"

"How could I not like it? It's just... shouldn't we be looking at the stars on such a beautiful night?" The glamorous woman straightened up, rubbing her sore waist from squatting for so long, and glared at Singer unhappily.

"You only know how to be rough. Even the most passionate girl needs a gentle and atmospheric evening to spice things up... Besides, we have plenty of time."

"Whatever." Singer shrugged indifferently and pressed the call button next to him.

"A bottle of whiskey, a Blue Lagoon, no ice."

"Yes, sir, coming right up." A clear voice came from the screen. Then, the bridge door opened, and a waiter walked in, carrying Singer's order on a tray.

Singer took the whiskey for himself and handed the Blue Lagoon to the glamorous girl. "May you stay young forever, beautiful lady."

"Thank you, rude gentleman." The girl giggled and rolled her eyes, then picked up the Blue Lagoon and began to sip it.

At this moment, she was completely naked, displaying her shapely figure and fair skin under the lights. The surrounding crew members didn't dare to glance at her, pretending not to see anything and keeping their heads down to work.

This was normal because this was Singer's shuttle. Everything here belonged to Singer.

Although he came from the apocalypse, Singer had long adapted to the social hierarchy. It wasn't impossible for a poor boy to become someone superior, but that required miracles and effort. Those without miracles and unwilling to put in the effort were better off getting used to their status at the bottom of society, just like the crew of this shuttle.

"Ah... it's like a dream..." The girl walked to the porthole, admiring the starry sky outside. "I've never seen such a mesmerizing starry sky before. That red place, like a rainbow bridge, is that a nebula?"

"That's the G3 Nebula," Singer replied with a smile. "It looks beautiful, but if you want to go there, it's not very friendly."

"That's not important, is it? What matters is that it's really beautiful, as beautiful as a dream," the girl said with a charming smile, taking a sip of the Blue Lagoon.

"Speaking of which, I really didn't expect you to bring me on the shuttle. You know, this is my first time in space. Although I'm not poor, you have to understand how difficult it is for ordinary people to step out into space. Since I was little, I've hoped that one day I would leave that planet and enter the real universe, but I never thought it would happen today. But..."

The girl turned to look at Singer. "Aren't you afraid of problems? I heard that you space mercenaries have a lot of rules, and it's dangerous to bring strangers on the shuttle."

"What danger is there?" Singer laughed. "Besides, we're not strangers anymore, are we? I know every inch of your skin as naturally as I breathe."

"You!" The girl blushed.

In the past few days, Singer and she had been indulging in pleasure, being intimate at any time. Singer's strong physique and hammer-like impacts intoxicated the girl, making her blush just thinking about it. But these were all things the girl desired, or rather, things she longed for.

As an ordinary girl on planet T113, although her family was well-off, it couldn't fill the emptiness in her body and spirit.

This was an era of space mercenaries, a world of space mercenaries. It was difficult for ordinary people to satisfy the girl's vanity.

Thinking of this, the girl turned her head, gazing at Singer with affection.

This man was strong, wealthy, and most importantly, powerful. He was a space mercenary, the true master of this world. For most people, they were gods, or rather, people who had the hope of becoming gods. Wasn't it what all girls wanted to be his companion?

"Singer..."

"What is it?" Singer said absentmindedly, still taking large gulps of whiskey.

"How... do you view love?" The girl asked shyly, her heart full of longing.

"Love..." Singer rubbed his bald head in distress and looked at the bottle in his hand. "That... is it bullshit? So-called love is just the exchange of fluids between males and females. Oh, please forgive my rudeness, but is there any point in talking about this? Why don't we do it instead?"

"You!?" The girl stomped her feet in anger, causing waves of her breasts to ripple.

"You're such a blockhead."

"A blockhead... blockheads are good," Singer replied with a grin. "Blockheads are useful... they can be used to make furniture, to start fires. Don't mention it, I was very poor when I was young. Having a piece of wood to keep warm was the most comfortable thing at that time. By the way, do you know what kind of wood is the best? I remember there used to be a kind of fragrant wood in our place. It would emit a fragrance when burned and was very popular..."

Singer chattered on and on, rambling for a long time before noticing that the girl's face was a little strange. "Hey, hey, are you listening?"

"I'm ignoring you." The girl glared at him angrily, grabbed a piece of clothing from the side, and ran out of the bridge. Judging by her pouting look, she was really angry.

However, Singer's expression remained the same, his eyes fixed on the girl's tempting back until she walked out of the bridge.

Only then did Singer lower his head, thoughtfully looking at the bottle in his hand.

"Love... what is that thing?"

"Little girls, it's better not to fantasize. You thought you could get love from me? Isn't that a joke?"

"My love... was left in the past long ago."

Thinking of this, Singer raised his head and took a big gulp of whiskey, and the girl from x35 appeared in his mind again. "Someone is waiting for me..."

"A simple piece of grilled meat, a bowl of hot soup. Someone sings for you when you are tired, and someone cries for you when you die."

"Sometimes it's poison, sometimes it's plain rice."

"Ordinary, yet penetrating to the bone."

"That's love."